Here's what's in the Digital Tradition. I'll post a corrected version below. Please let me know if any of my corrections need correcting:

(current DT version) THE ECHO MOCKS THE CORNCRAKE

The lass that I loo'd first of all
Was handsome young and fair
Wi'h her I spent some happy nichts
Along the banks.o' Ayr
Wi'h her I spent some happy nichts
Whaur yon wee burnie rows
Whaur the echo mocks the corncrake
Amongst the Whinny Knowes

We loved each other dearly
Disputes we seldom had
As constant as the pendulm
Her heart beat always glad
We sought for love and found it
Whaur yon wee burnie rows
Whaur the echo mocks the corncrake
Amongst the Whinny Knowes

Ye maidens fair and pleasure dames
Come fae the banks o' Doon
Ye dearly pay for every scent
To the barbers for pefume
But rural joy is free for a'
Whaur the scented clover grows
Whaur the echo mocks the corncrake
Amongst the Whinny Knowes

The corncrake is noo awa'
The burn is tae the brim
The Whinny Knowes are cled wi' snaw
That taps the highest whim
But when cauld winter is awa'
And summer clears the sky
We'll welcome back the corncrake
The bird o' rural joy

Recorded by Dick Gaughan
@Scottish @bird @love
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(Corrected Version) THE ECHO MOCKS THE CORNCRAKE

The lass that I loo'd first of all
Was handsome, young, and fair;
Wi' her I spent some happy nichts
Along the banks o' Ayr.
Wi' her I spent some happy nichts
Whaur yon wee burnie rows,
Whaur the echo mocks the corncrake
Amongst the whinny knowes.

We loved each other dearly,
Disputes we seldom had;
As constant as the pendulum,
Her heart beat always glad.
We sought for love and found it
Whaur yon wee burnie rows,
Whaur the echo mocks the corncrake,
Amongst the whinny knowes.

Ye maidens fair and pleasure dames,
Come frae the banks o' Doon.
Ye dearly pay your every cent
To the barbers for perfume;
But rural joy is free to a'
Whaur the scented clover grows,
Whaur the echo mocks the corncrake
Amongst the whinny knowes.

The corncrake is noo awa',
The burn is tae the brim;
The whinny knowes are clad wi' snaw
That taps the highest whim;
But when cauld winter is awa'
And summer clears the sky,
We'll welcome back the corncrake,
The bird o' rural joy.

(repeat first verse)

As recorded by Andy M. Stewart

@Scottish @bird @love
filename[ CORNCRK
TUNE FILE: CORNCRK
CLICK TO PLAY
RG
apr97